Seuen Sobs of a Sorrowful Soule for Sinne Comprehending those seuen Psalmes of the Princelie Prophet David, commonlie called Poenitentiall; framed into a forme of familiar praiers, and reduced into meeter by William Hunnis ... Whereunto are also annexed his Handful of Honisuckles; the Poore Widowes Mite; a Dialog between Christ and a sinner; diuers godlie and pithie ditties, with a Christian confession of and to the Trinitie; newly printed and augmented |
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The 3 meditation.
[Before thy face and in thy sight]
Before thy face and in thy sight,
haue I, deuoid of shame,
O Lord transgressed willinglie,
I doo confesse the same.
Yet was I loth that men should know,
or vnderstand my fall,
Thus feard I man, much more than thee
thou righteous iudge of all.
So blind was I and ignorant,
yea rather wilful blind,
That suckt the combe, and knew the Bee
had left the sting behind.
My sinnes, O God, to thee are knowne,
there is no secret place,
Where I may hide my selfe or them,
from presence of thy face.
Where shal I then my selfe bestow?
or who shal me defend?
None is so louing as my God;
thy mercies haue no end.
In deed I grant, and do confesse
my sinnes so heinous bee,
As mercie none at all deserues:
but yet thy propertie
Is alwaies to be mercifull,
to sinners in distresse;
Whereby thou wilt declare and shew
thy great almightinesse.
Haue mercie Lord on me therefore,
for thy great mercies sake;
Which camst not righteous men to call,
but sinners part to take:
haue I, deuoid of shame,
O Lord transgressed willinglie,
I doo confesse the same.
Yet was I loth that men should know,
or vnderstand my fall,
Thus feard I man, much more than thee
thou righteous iudge of all.
So blind was I and ignorant,
yea rather wilful blind,
That suckt the combe, and knew the Bee
had left the sting behind.
My sinnes, O God, to thee are knowne,
there is no secret place,
Where I may hide my selfe or them,
from presence of thy face.
Where shal I then my selfe bestow?
or who shal me defend?
None is so louing as my God;
thy mercies haue no end.
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my sinnes so heinous bee,
As mercie none at all deserues:
but yet thy propertie
Is alwaies to be mercifull,
to sinners in distresse;
Whereby thou wilt declare and shew
thy great almightinesse.
Haue mercie Lord on me therefore,
for thy great mercies sake;
Which camst not righteous men to call,
but sinners part to take:
Wherefore my soule be glad, be glad,
and crie incessantlie
Peccaui, peccaui,
Miserere mei.
and crie incessantlie
Peccaui, peccaui,
Miserere mei.
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